so about my hair. everywhere i go, people stop and stare. and yes i just made a rhyme. is that even a crime? hell, no! says i, it's as right as the top of my head is high! anyway, yes... people actually stop, stare, and question my awesome baby 'hawk. some demand to know if my parents are abusing me with hair gel, others walk right up to me and attempt to pat it flat, and some just goo in awe. i'm famous in the neighborhood as "the adorable baby with the awesome hair", and while i may be so smugly inclined to agree, my paed, the one who shakes me every single time we meet, is insistent that hair meets gravity, even if she has to shake them in place.
at first, i was like whatever. what the hell would a scraggly paed know anyway? she's prolly just jealous that i have more hair than she ever saw coming. but then one day, the parents sat me down and told me the truth...
.... gravity will, inevitably, strike. i was as horrified as i was terrified, and could not sleep for days on end. i was worried that one morning, i'd wake up to a coiffure unlike my awesome own. i was dreading the day so badly that i kept attempting to scare myself in hopes of scaring every strand stiff. alas, rapture is upon us, and where something rises, another falls...
damn you, mediocrity.
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